Happy Childhood
Family Break-up
World Travels
Art World: London
Partnership With Chard
Major Illness: Jaw & Spinal Injuries
The
illness became like a sort of prison.
No matter what you do
you cannot escape the time that it runs. I tried everything, to cure
myself, and read hundreds
of DIY books on health
from the library and health food stores.
I became on expert on youth and beauty, yet failed to cure the key illness.
Megavitamin therapy, juice fasting,
copper necklaces
to alleviate the pain, aspirin, and prescription drugssoon
ditched as they almost
caused me to have a second car accident when I backed out of a parking
lot in a tranquillized state.
I
close this with a miracle. Chard phoned
me late one Saturday
night from a birthday party down the road from where we lived in Notre
Dame de Grace. On his way
home from playing blues
at the Yellow Door with some friends, the musicians stopped at our
neighbour Ellen's to have
chocolate cake. It was
her birthday, and they phoned me.
On
the days our life turns around, we remember small details. I was
wearing a faded
blue and white striped
nightgown, bought at Marks and Spencer's in London, England. Watching an
old Peter Sellers movie, on
a portable black and
white TV in my writing room.
I
got dressed, liking chocolate cake, and walked
down the street to the
party. There I told my friends how ghastly my health was, and they
referred me to a Miracle Therapist.
I was dubious, but tried
everything.
When
I went to see Marilyn - her home was full
of exotic birds, which
her boyfriend collected. I lay down on the therapy table, and at the
moment she delivered a healing
snap to my body, a bird
flew through the air, and sat exactly on my heart.
What are the odds of an exotic bird, flying to
your heart, the moment that your life is returned to you?
Only days before, life told me life isn't
worth living, and now, it changed its mind, and told me, yes, it is.
